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Learn to Starve Yourself

Before their hands withhold the plate, Before you're taught that hunger's fate, Learn to dine on less than full, To tame the beast, to break the pull. When crumbs are kings and silence feasts, You’ll find your strength among the least. A man who’s fasted tastes the air, Yet walks with calm through lean despair. Let discipline become your bread, And self-control the path you tread. For those who feast at others' cost Will leave you starving, cold, and lost. So train your gut to not depend On every gift that others send. Choose now the hunger you embrace— Or else be emptied in disgrace. Freedom wears a lighter frame, It does not beg, it plays no game. To starve by will is not to lose— It is the fiercest strength you choose.
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Chawana

In a world of colors, whispers, and wind,
Chawana, a father, his wisdom did rescind.
"Son," he said, "hear my earnest plea,
Don't count your garden by leaves fallen free.

For each leaf, a story quietly untold,
Beneath its descent, a tale of bold.
Life's seasons shift, a dance in the breeze,
Don't judge your garden by leaves, if you please.

A garden's worth not measured by loss,
But by the roots that weather and across
Stand tall and firm, through storms and reprieve,
Don't judge your garden by leaves, believe.

For in the depths, where roots entwine,
Strength grows quietly, patient, divine.
So tend your garden with love and reprieve,
Don't judge your garden by leaves, but perceive."

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